RowdyRight Boys Christmas A ROWDYRIGHT CHRISTMAS "Almost got it!" Breaker is trying to make the star on top of their very tall Christmas tree balance. "Yay! I got it!" Breaker was happy. Until it fell and broke. "Aww." Bash rolled his eyes. "Calm down. We have three more stars." "But that was my favorite star!" Breaker pouted. "That's what you said about the last five stars that you broke." Blake was decorating his gingerbread cookies. "How about you try." Breaker sat back in his green chair. "Kay I will." Blake flew up and placed a new star on top. "See? Perfect." "Do stars hate me?" Breaker said very sadly "Everyone hates you." Bash said while hanging up the stockings. "Why must you be so mean?" Breaker said all teary eyed. "It's Christmas. You must be nice." "Or what?" Bash looked at him "